Chapter Three

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The sunlight slowly vanished from the sky, as the moon had started to appear bringing darkness with it.

Pacing across the library, her wand tightly clenched in her hand. Her footsteps echoed as she continued to yell at Frederick.

"I can not believe you, Frederick. Why on earth would you send that poor girl back to that horrid place?" Joanne shouted at her husband.

"She said she wanted to!" Frederick snapped at his wife.

"This is the 5th time she has came here with bruises and injuries all over her in the last 2 months!" Joanne replied, glaring at the man she married all that time ago.

"I don't want to lose Aurelia and you!" Frederick shouted, as both of them had tears forming in their eyes.

"You won't lose us, but I refuse to send that girl back to her biological mother." Joanne said.

Opening the library door, tears dropping down her face, "Mum, she's already left."

"What?" Her parents snapped their heads up to see their daughter in a crying panicking mess.

"Oh, sweetie, come here." Her mother beckoned her over, opening her arms.

For what seems like hours, Aurelia's tears soaked into Joanne's dress as she hiccup after each painful scream. Her own friend, her bestfriend had left to go back to her horrible home where death and pain awaits her.

"M-mum, why would she leave?" Aurelia asked, her heart cracking as pieces wither away with the tears that flooded her rosy cheeks.

"Bellatrix wanted to protect you, she's a strong girl Aurelia, she'll be okay." Joanne assured the wailing mess of her daughter.

Like a waterfall, tears ran down her cheeks splashing onto the wooden floor as her arms surrounded her stomach. Sniffing and wiggling her nose, Aurelia tried to ignore her father footsteps trailing off into another room with Joanne following behind sluggishly. No words comforted Aurelia, not her mother's nor the words that Bellatrix has said before she left.

The bookshelves stood over Aurelia, surrounding her with millions of stories she knew too well, for the times she spent the warm summers and harsh winters alone.

𝑮𝑶𝑳𝑫𝑬𝑵 𝑻𝑹𝑨𝑫𝑮𝑬𝒀 | Bellatrix BlackWhere stories live. Discover now